I so badly wanted to be so small again in jelly sandals so that I would have to climb on the counter to reach the glassware. Because I knew that even if we time traveled and I was small and flat chested, and he was still large with daunting genitals, he would still say “let me get that for you”. Not to be nice, but because getting the glassware down is erotic. Everything would be erotic even though I would be small and he would be large. That is how things would always be, and that was how they were now.
By magic, I mean “trickery.” And by Midas, I mean “faith.
Girl in the snow, where will you go
To find someone that will do?
To tell someone all the truth before it kills you
They listen to your crazy laugh
Before you hang a right
And disappear from sight
What do they know anyway?
You’ll read it in a book
What do they know anyway?
You’ll read it in a book tonight
When we arrive
Sons and daughters
We’ll make our homes on the water
We’ll build our walls aluminum
We’ll fill our mouths cinnamon
Hey tumblr friends! If you guys are wine drinkers, please save your green glass bottles for me! I can come by and get them or give them to me at the studio!
I would really appreciate it!
